Fairy and Blasphemous Dreams and King Lear

It's been three years since I started my story. Three years . . .

Today was a good day, I think.

I got my car fixed today (er, rather, Mom went in and got it fixed for me ^_^) and so now I have turn signals and Joey's dad doesn't have to hunt me down and kill me, lol . . .

I got to school to find that I was made Fairy in the play (no, Kristina, not A Fairy, just Fairy . . . lol). I'm basically a somewhat ditzy chronic liar who just wants attention and to be loved. I like it ^_^ and the girl who is playing evil chick made a good evil chick, so I am not bitter, lol . . . I do feel bad for Sydney, though; she didn't get a part and she's done a lot more with drama than some of the freshmen Mr. Ong cast. She was crying.

In World History Richard and I got in another conversation about religion again, because we were in the library working on our reports. It was a lot more casual than the ones I usually have . . . with Liz I'm always serious and spiritual, and then with a lot of people (ie ones I know to be very devout), it's usually me avoiding invoking their fundamentalist wrath by denying my worthiness to God or something (yes, *sigh* I have no backbone), or just agreeing . . . *Nods head.* Yet with Richard, who's a complete atheist, we were just being sort of cynical, and were having fun with the "three rules for starting a religion": Don't predict the Second Coming, your own immortality, or the end of the world-- oh, and also, don't try to say that we live in the center of the earth. They already tried that one.

Speaking of worthiness to God, I had a rather disturbing dream last night: ( Is It Just Me Or Is This Really Bad? )

In English, we're reading King Lear. I am his buddy that he gives five days to high-tail it out of the kingdom after he politely tells him he's too harsh to his daughter. Senile man. King Lear rather reminds me of Dr. Inglefield. Hmm . . .

I also drew a huge parallel to Harry Potter . . . the Black family. Three daughters, one gets kicked out . . . and one in favor defends and ALSO gets kicked out (ha ha, I'm Uncle Alphard!!!). I'm trying to see if there's any way to connect Edmund ("The Bastard") and Edgar (I am still so bitter about not getting to be one of the sons with the cool names . . . I love those names . . . and you can add in Edwin and Edan . . . all those Eds . . . ) to Regulus and Sirius, but no such luck, yet.

I don't want to do my Economics test at home. Poopy.

I think I will go get some chocolate and eat it in vast quantities, Remus-style. Yea for Tae Kwon Do fundraisers.

Fairy and Blasphemous Dreams and King Lear

It's been three years since I started my story. Three years . . .

Today was a good day, I think.

I got my car fixed today (er, rather, Mom went in and got it fixed for me ^_^) and so now I have turn signals and Joey's dad doesn't have to hunt me down and kill me, lol . . .

I got to school to find that I was made Fairy in the play (no, Kristina, not A Fairy, just Fairy . . . lol). I'm basically a somewhat ditzy chronic liar who just wants attention and to be loved. I like it ^_^ and the girl who is playing evil chick made a good evil chick, so I am not bitter, lol . . . I do feel bad for Sydney, though; she didn't get a part and she's done a lot more with drama than some of the freshmen Mr. Ong cast. She was crying.

In World History Richard and I got in another conversation about religion again, because we were in the library working on our reports. It was a lot more casual than the ones I usually have . . . with Liz I'm always serious and spiritual, and then with a lot of people (ie ones I know to be very devout), it's usually me avoiding invoking their fundamentalist wrath by denying my worthiness to God or something (yes, *sigh* I have no backbone), or just agreeing . . . *Nods head.* Yet with Richard, who's a complete atheist, we were just being sort of cynical, and were having fun with the "three rules for starting a religion": Don't predict the Second Coming, your own immortality, or the end of the world-- oh, and also, don't try to say that we live in the center of the earth. They already tried that one.

Speaking of worthiness to God, I had a rather disturbing dream last night: ( Is It Just Me Or Is This Really Bad? )

In English, we're reading King Lear. I am his buddy that he gives five days to high-tail it out of the kingdom after he politely tells him he's too harsh to his daughter. Senile man. King Lear rather reminds me of Dr. Inglefield. Hmm . . .

I also drew a huge parallel to Harry Potter . . . the Black family. Three daughters, one gets kicked out . . . and one in favor defends and ALSO gets kicked out (ha ha, I'm Uncle Alphard!!!). I'm trying to see if there's any way to connect Edmund ("The Bastard") and Edgar (I am still so bitter about not getting to be one of the sons with the cool names . . . I love those names . . . and you can add in Edwin and Edan . . . all those Eds . . . ) to Regulus and Sirius, but no such luck, yet.

I don't want to do my Economics test at home. Poopy.

I think I will go get some chocolate and eat it in vast quantities, Remus-style. Yea for Tae Kwon Do fundraisers.